While Adrian and Nadine walked to the latter’s grandfather’s residence, Carlene walked out of the kitchen after she was done cleaning up. She walked toward a room in the villa and opened its door, revealing it to be a study.

The fifty-year-old woman walked into the study that had been uninhabited for a long time. A shelf stood against the wall, containing books stored in storage containers with not a speckle of dust on them. A photo was displayed on the top of the shelf.

Carlene’s expression appeared extremely sorrowful. She stopped midway into the study room and took a deep breath. Then, she stretched out a hand to the bookshelf and a square hole suddenly appeared on the wall as if she had just pulled some sort of mechanism.

Inside the hole sat a book. It was a wordless book—not a single word written in it. However, Carlene rifled through it gently as if she could read it. Soon after, she stopped at a page and brought over a glass of water that she splashed onto the page. Two names